The day the blogging died

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Blogistan Pie

A long, long time ago
I can still remember
How those weblogs used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
I could make the Googledance
And maybe Technorati for a while
September always made me shiver
My aggregator would deliver
Bad news in my newsfeed
I couldn’t take one more read
I can’t remember if I cried
When he cut me from his blogroll side
But something touched me deep inside
The day the blogging died


And they were singing
Bye bye wiki necho or pie
Took my standard to a body
But the body had died
And the good ol’ boys
Drinking kool-aid and lies
Singing this’ll be the way blogging dies.

Verse 2

Did you write some shitty specs
Is the funk in RSS like sex
When it’s version 2.0?
Now do you believe strict XML
Will save us, how ’bout Jon Udell?
And can you teach me
To install Slashcode?
Well I know that you love Six Apart
But I still can’t tell their pix apart
You’re changing hosts again
Man I dig that Mena and Ben
I was a middle-aging writer hack
With a fast connection and a Powermac
But I knew I had popped the stack
The day the blogging died, I started singing


Verse 3

Now for ten years we’ve been on the web
The pings to Weblogs never ebb
But that’s not how it’s gonna be
When the Journals come from AOL
With their instant buddy chatroom hell
And a voice that came from you and me
The BigCos all were too distracted
Their CMSes got impacted
The ROI was burned
No sunk costs were returned
And while Lessig read the prior art
Salam Pax posted in the dark
And we remembered Xerox PARC
The day the blogging died, we were singin’


Verse 4

Metafilter‘s interface like gopher
With a filler thread from a jaded poster
Daypop Top and fallin’ fast
Extensible is just a notion
The players tried for some forward motion
With Pirillo on the sidelines with his chest
The war blog line got stale and old
While Gawker played a snarky role
We all got options then
But we never cashed them in
The VCs tried to take the yield
Installed-base churn did not congeal
Do you recall what extensive usability, quality assurance, and user-acceptance testing revealed
The day the blogging died? we started singin’


Verse 5

And there we were all on one net
Three generations lost to debt
With new startups to start again
So, come on Marc be nimble, Dave be quick
Meg where’s Lafayette, hey Nick?
‘Cause Pyra gets the only BlogIt button
And as I watched the TypePad splash
I hoped they had sufficient cash
No business model yet
Makes hosting a safe bet
And as the flames lit up the blogosphere
Chris Lydon lent a kindly ear
I saw RageBoy laughing without fear
The day the blogging died, he was singin’,


Verse 6

I met this person, Burningbird,
And I asked her for an ontologically meaningful word
But she just smiled and made a sound
I went down to the Scripting News
Where some years before I’d seen the clues
But the server said the file wasn’t found
In LiveJournals children screamed,
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was trusted
The permalinks were busted
And the three men I admire most,
Phil Wolff, Mark Pilgrim, and Steve Yost
Kept editing their final post
The day the blogging died
And they were singin’ …


Repeat Refrain

UPDATE: Added verse 2 and headings [2003-08-03 13:54]. Added verse 3 [2003-08-03 14:25]. Added verse 4 [2003-08-04 20:27]. Added verse 5 [2003-08-05 11:38]. Added verse 6, edited verse 1, moved all but first verse to extended entry / archive page [2003-08-05 16:49]. Added annotation links [2003-08-08 11:09]. Fixed link to Pirillo’s chest, fixed spacing typo. [2003-08-08 15:50]. Edited chorus to match rhythm of original (sorry, Pete!). Added link from “The players” in verse 4. Also, note here that the song is currently “Daypop Top” and not yet (but soon, no doubt) “falling fast.” [2003-08-10 20:16].